Destiny's Play-Pt LXV,LXVI,LXVII-126,133,138-19/3 (Page 90)

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Early
the following morning, Maan and Geet had left by a tourist taxi to Mysore. On
the way they visited Srirangapatnam where Tipu Sultan was killed, betrayed by
one of his own confidants. They visited his palace and his tomb. They
then reached Mysore and checked into the Viceroy hotel which was a 3-star
hotel. After freshening up they went on a city tour.

First they visited the
famous Mysore palace which was the official residence of the former royal
family of Mysore, the Wodeyars. The opulence and the splendour in which the
royal family lived left them speechless. They admired the ornately gilded
columns, the rosewood doorways inlaid with ivory, stained glass ceilings,
decorative steel grills, chandeliers with fine floral motifs, the peacock
mosaic flooring, the rich oil paintings, Indian and European sculptures and the
beautiful doll collection from the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. In
one of the halls was a unique mirror which made the person standing in front of
it look short and fat. Geet found it highly amusing to see her distorted
image in it. Giggling at herself she told Maan that she may end up looking like
that after pregnancy and child birth.

"Would
you be still interested in that fat woman, then?" she asked Maan, pointing
at her image.

Hugging
her shoulder from behind he whispered that the woman in his arms will always
hold his interest no matter how old, or fat or clumsy she may look, in his eyes
she will remain as beautiful as ever. Geet turned around and gave him her best
smile. He pinched her cheek and asked her to move on.

As
Geet was interested in art, they went to the Jayachamarajendra Museum and Art
Gallery which housed some of the finest paintings of stalwarts like Raja Ravi
Verma and Nicholas Roerich. The gallery also had some fine curios in ivory,
sandal wood, ceramics and stone including Japanese porcelain and English glass,
traditional musical instruments, antique furniture and carvings from
China. Geet feasted her eyes on such rich artefacts and thanked Maan for
bringing her there.

That
evening they visited the widespread terraced Vrindhavan Gardens below the
Krishnarajasagar dam. The garden is renowned for its musical dancing
fountain. At the gardens, a group of college students passed them by. One of
them turned around and immediately squealed, "Hey, isn't that Geet Khurana".
The rest of them turned around too and their eyes widened in surprise. They
rushed to her and asked her if she was Geet Khurana. Geet looked at them in
confusion as she did not recognise a single one of them. Admitting that she
was, she asked them how do they know her.

"How
can we not know you? You are the latest rage, your songs are just too
good," said the first guy.

The
girl next to him agreed and said to her that her voice is so captivating that
they just can't seem to stop listening to her. As if to prove her point she
gave her the ear phones to her ipod and sure enough Geet got to hear her
own voice in it. Blushing at the sudden popularity she seemed to
have gained and that too in a place so far away from her own city, she looked
at Maan who couldn't hide his pride. The students followed her gaze and
asked her who he was.

"That's
my husband, my strength and my support."

"You
are married?" exclaimed one the guys."Why is it that all the good
ones are already taken?"

Maan
smiled at that and tapping the back of the guy's head, he said, "Even if
she wasn't, don't you think that she is a little old for you?"

"That
is no problem, Sir. 'Older the wine, better the taste' or is it 'older the
fiddle better the tune?!'" said the guy naughtily.

This time Maan gave him a sharper
tap on his head, although it was in jest. The students then
begged her to give her autograph and extended whatever they had in their
hands. Some gave her their entrance tickets to the garden, some their
handkerchiefs, some their notebooks, some even their hands. Geet signed them
all and wished them all the best in whatever they do.

Soon it turned dark and the garden
was illuminated with colourful lights. Maan and Geet reached the corner of the garden
in which was the famous musical dancing fountain. They took their seats on the
nearby gallery. They were enthralled to see the jets of water, lit by colourful
lights, dance to the beat of the music.

Geet leaned on Maan's shoulder in
amazement at the sight. Maan smiled and held her close. The chillness
in the air increased and she started shivering inspite of the shawl she was
wearing. Maan wrapped his arms tighter around her letting his body heat
permeate to her. She sighed and held on to his waist. The performance of
the fountains soon finished and they made their way back to the entrance of the
garden as soon as possible before the lights were turned off.

Early
next morning they left for Madikeri or 'Mercara' as it was called
earlier. It is a hill station in Karnataka, popularly known as Scotland
of India. The mist clad hills are adorned with thick forests, tea and
coffee plantations and orange groves. Geet fell in love with the natural
setting. They checked into their hotel and later walked down the hills,
enjoying the beautiful scenery. They went to the Abbey Falls and admired the lacey frills of the crystal clear water gushing down.

Suddenly Geet
started coughing and sneezing continuously. Maan looked worriedly at her. Her
eyes and nose were streaming and she looked positively unwell. Not wanting to
strain her further, he carried her back to the hotel and took her to their
room. He laid her on the bed and by then she was burning up with fever.
She started shivering and her teeth started chattering. Maan was alarmed to see
the sudden deterioration in her health. He ordered for some warm milk and took
out a Crocin tablet from his bag. He made her take the medicine and then rubbed
some eucalyptus oil on her forehead, arms, chest and back before bundling her
up in thick blankets. He stretched himself next to her and held her
tight. After a few minutes, Geet slipped into deep sleep, exhausted by
the fever. Maan called in the hotel's resident doctor, who on examination said that she
seemed to have a flu attack. Maan watched over her, not able to sleep a wink,
right through the night as the fever shot up during the night. Maan gave her
cold swabs to bring the fever down. She kept muttering and moaning in pain. He
covered her up with his own body to give her as much comfort and warmth as
possible.

The next two days went in taking care of his sick wife. Maan could
not bear to see his wife suffer and hoped and prayed she will be well again. On
the second day, the fever left as suddenly as it appeared. Geet was still
feeling weak from it. Maan asked her if she wanted to stay back for a few more
days till she felt stronger before they undertook their journey but she wanted
to get back home soon. So they went to Mangalore, from where they flew back to
Mumbai. On the flight Geet apologised to Maan for ruining their honeymoon with
her sickness. Maan kissed the top of her head and reassured her that she had
not ruined anything, for to him honeymoon meant spending time alone with your
beloved and he got to do just that, even if it meant being bundled up in bed
for two days.

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Awe good to see maan doing well with his hotel and baba getting better and awe the valentines day contest the answers maan and geet gave were awesome loved them truly showed their love for each other and ooh wonder what cause sameeras mum to be like that as she said that if she remembered about her dad then all the progress made would go down the drain hmm and wonder who sameera is working for anyways great update and can't wait to read more

Yes, Maan is on the road to success, baba is on the road to recovery and Geet is on the road to fame. Sam's father deserted them when she was very young. Her mother became mentally unstable after that. You read more about Sam's life in the update after the one I posted today.

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